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As thoughts flashed through his mind, Leyton had no intention of reining them in; instead, he continuously released them, disrupting the opponent's attempts to steal.
He had never used the Beyonder power "Source of Curses" because the negative effect of that mystical item was that for every Beyonder power stolen, he would also lose one?
And he just so happened to be unlucky enough to lose one of his most core Beyonder abilities?
Because he had mastered enough death and curse-type spells, he didn't care about losing a few in battle, and if he lost his own negative curses, he could even become stronger.
Thoughts constantly appeared and disappeared in his mind. Even without looking at Zatwin's expression, Leyton could feel that the other party was very displeased right now.
The next second, the Clairvoyant's intuition produced some vague premonitions. He reflexively reached out and grasped at the void, consuming his spirituality, but received no feedback from Mystical Reenactment. Without the slightest hesitation, he reached out a second time.
An invisible substance instantly covered his body, transforming him into a non-existent state.
The next moment, a terrifyingly evil, silent shriek echoed, and extreme curses erupted all around. The stars in the air, scattering rays of light, all trembled, flickering between bright and dim.
Once the break out of curses passed, Leyton immediately took out a black doll-like chess piece from the void and threw it towards Zatwin.
The chess piece dissipated as soon as it touched his body. His body instantly seemed to be slowed down countless times, making it impossible to even perform a simple action.
Leyton narrowed his eyes slightly, and thoughts flashed through his mind. His figure suddenly flickered, instantly appearing in the air where the stars trembled. He then extended his spirituality to stabilize these brilliant, flickering stars.
The surrounding brilliant stars instantly turned golden and began to slowly converge towards the center, casting down magnificent, pure, and blazing light.
The vast, blazing solar aura dyed the surroundings golden. Zatwin's body was like a crab placed in boiling water, quickly turning a fiery red, with wisps of black mist constantly rising from him.
With his movements slowed, even his expression became sluggish, showing no sign of the stinging pain from being scorched by the power of the sun domain.
Leyton pushed his hands downwards, and the continuously converging golden stars instantly accelerated, swirling downwards.
At the very center of the golden light, a pure to the extreme, blindingly white, enormous pure orb of light, entwined with countless sacred flames, directly smashed down.
Terrifying light and heat instantly swept across the ground. The enormous pure orb of light instantly expanded into a blindingly white, miniaturized sun bright enough to illuminate a city, illuminating the entire space in pure white, making nothing visible.
Leyton once again reached out, pulling out an invisible substance to cover himself, transforming into a non-existent state, then approached the direction where he remembered Zatwin to be.
He clearly remembered that a Mystical Reenactment had just been stolen from him. This miniaturized sun could not harm the opponent at all; it was merely to make the opponent consume that Mystical Reenactment and simultaneously hide his own figure.
Without Leyton's spiritual maintenance, the blinding white light quickly receded, leaving only the residual light and heat in the air, and the ground, which had turned grayish-white and deeply sunken.
Leyton was surrounded by solidifying starlight, which blocked most of the light and heat.
He looked at Zatwin, whose skin had turned sallow and cracked, and whose sparse beard had completely disappeared. Before Zatwin could react, Leyton placed his hand on the other's shoulder.
A thick, inky darkness suddenly appeared, carrying an extremely strong degenerate aura, spreading into his body along Leyton's palm.
"Uh," Zatwin let out a difficult, almost howling scream.
This sound seemed capable of shattering all objects and even spiritual bodies; it was a Sequence 3 level "Wraith Scream" carrying extreme pain and curses.
Leyton's body shattered inch by inch under this terrifying sound wave, turning into a pile of foam.
These foams reflected dreamlike colors under the light, then were torn apart by the shrieking sound waves, vanishing in an instant.
As these foams dissipated, the already disfigured island space slid away like a heavy curtain, revealing the night sky with the Red Light hanging high in the real world.
Zatwin felt the ground give way beneath him, and his body fell straight down as if losing support.
Leyton's figure appeared on the other side of the night sky. In his hand, he held a uniquely shaped long spear with a strong aura of destruction. The spearhead was engraved with mysterious symbols, and the shaft resembled a tree branch.
The next moment, the long spear left his hand, like a blazing white meteor, piercing through Zatwin's left chest with an unavoidable, unstoppable force, leaving a bowl-sized hole.
The powerful vitality of the Mutant Pathway did not let him die immediately; instead, he regained some of his reason, which had been corrupted by the Fallen, through the intense pain in his chest.
His figure gradually became transparent and illusory, like a true Wraith. The moment he fell into the river, he disappeared, constantly traversing the Mirror World, fleeing from there.
Leyton gazed intently in the direction Zatwin had fled. Under the gaze of the Eyes of Mystery Prying, even with the obstruction of the Mirror World, he could still see the other's figure relatively clearly.
But this seemed to make Zatwin mistakenly believe that Leyton was going to pursue him. He traversed the Mirror World even faster, even forgetting to clear the constantly invading degenerate aura from himself.
Leyton curled his lips. His eyes flickered, instantly becoming extremely deep, like the sea before a storm, losing clear focus and becoming vast and boundless.
By peeking into the River of Fate, he saw the future Zatwin was heading towards, and a blurry image: he would encounter someone he shouldn't due to some accident, leading him to the end of his destiny.
"It's a pity about that Disciple of Silence's characteristics. Even if I don't need it, I could hire Miss Sharron and her teacher with it later."
Leyton sighed softly, then turned his head to look at a spot less than a hundred meters ahead of him.
A layer of dim night passed, and two figures fell out of a Concealed World.
Mr. Pulak, still elegant and with a slight smile on his lips, and a humanoid figure indistinguishable from a dried corpse. On him, faint crimson light points were already appearing.
Leyton looked at Mr. Pulak, who was standing quietly in mid-air, with some surprise. Aside from some unstable aura and excessive spiritual consumption, he did not detect any signs of injury on the other party.
Sensing Leyton's gaze, Pulak turned his head and looked back, then said with a smile:
"Heh, I know Beyonders of the Moon pathway quite well, and I know how to restrain them."
"Moreover, as a descendant of the Death, even if only a distant collateral descendant, I always have some special methods and relatively rich collections."
As he spoke, he bent his left hand, revealing a dark golden cufflink, and used his right hand to take it off, placing it casually into the inner pocket of his coat.
After doing all this, his entire spirit seemed to relax. He reached out to wipe the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead, then looked at the corpse still suspended in the air, which looked as if it had been dead for a long time.
Leyton followed Pulak's gaze, and his eyes deepened. The precipitated Beyonder characteristic were re-converging, and the corpse was coming back to life at a visible speed.
Leyton frowned and looked at Pulak, saying with some confusion, "Resurrection?"
Pulak nodded and shook his head thoughtfully:
"He is indeed dead. What is being restored is only the body, lacking the necessary soul. It's hard to call it a person; it's more like half a corpse, half a monster, perhaps retaining some memories."
"This process seems irreversible. Even if we pulverize his body now, he—or rather, it—will reassemble under the influence of the Beyonder characteristic, unless the corpse is completely destroyed when he is killed initially."
"This bizarre resurrection ability has already exceeded the Moon pathway; it's somewhat similar to the Demoness of Unaging."
Upon hearing this, Leyton looked at the crimson light points re-coalescing into the corpse in mid-air with some vigilance. His intuition was preventing him from using the Eyes of Mystery Prying to examine it closely, as if he might see something he shouldn't.
Is it because this fellow died, triggering the contingency left by the Primordial Moon on him? Or was the ritual on the ground destroyed, forcing the Primordial Moon to act through a nearby Primordial Moon Believers to achieve Its original goal?
As thoughts floated, he looked up at the Red Light above his head. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt that tonight's Blood Moon seemed even more crimson than usual.
Click-clack~
A sound of body twisting and deforming resonated.
Leyton looked up. The revived Primordial Moon Believers had changed, becoming more like a out-of-control monster.
It ignored Pulak and Leyton, who were standing by, ready to kill it again. Its body turned faint red before the sun and death domain attacks arrived, transforming into a hazy moonlight.
This moonlight instantly shattered under the attack, turning into crimson scales that dissipated in place, and quickly reassembled into a monstrous body at a higher position.
It gazed madly and obsessively at the blood-crimson moon above its head. Crimson flames rose from its body as if it were sacrificing itself, its spirituality surged, expanding into a large area of deep red around it, like another Red Light, seemingly establishing a mysterious connection with the Red Light in the sky.
A faint hum seemed to echo in Leyton's mind, and the Clairvoyant's intuition seemed to tremble.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and raised his hand, condensing a deep, viscous darkness in his palm, like a materialization of the degenerate aura.
He then threw this ball of darkness. The degenerate aura instantly expanded, forming a pitch-black, viscous "ocean" filled with degenerate aura.
This "ocean" trembled slightly when it touched the illusory Red Light formed by the crimson light, then seemed to develop some self-awareness and fell into self-contradiction, remaining in a stalemate in mid-air for a moment before dissipating into nothingness.
Ripples spread through the crimson moonlight, as if an invisible hand was wantonly disturbing the moonlight within.
With a faint creaking sound, a hazy, illusory Summoning Gate, inscribed with numerous mysterious symbols, suddenly opened.
The other side of the gate was not the Spirit World, which should have been connected, but an endless, deep darkness—a vast, lonely, boundless, and dark universe.
In the depths of the dark universe, colorful lights suddenly flickered, growing closer and brighter.
Specks of brass-colored light emerged from the void, swiftly moving through the crimson moonlight, outlining one mysterious symbol after another, forming a pair of illusory eyes that could see everything.
Under the gaze of these eyes, a portion of the brass-colored light outlined an identical Summoning Gate, inscribed with numerous mysterious symbols.
The remaining brass-colored light attached itself to the hazy, illusory "Summoning Gate," constantly transforming itself and merging into it, until it strangely replaced a part of it.
The two "Summoning Gates" overlapped, and relying on that peculiar and subtle connection, the dazzling lights that should have rushed out of the gate returned to their origin, back to the deep, lonely depths of the universe.
The "Summoning Gate" created by the Primordial Moon Believers' self-sacrifice quickly became precarious under the erosion of the brass-colored light.
Bang!
A pair of illusory, crimson-burning, gigantic bat wings, large enough to cover a city, appeared. They directly crashed into the two closely aligned "Summoning Gates," attempting to separate them by brute force.
A light, difficult to see with the naked eye, formed by illusory and complex knowledge, shot out from the Spirit World Depths, re-forming in mid-air into a beautiful female figure—Bernadette, who had just sensed the anomaly in the Spirit World and rushed to this location!
She wore an olive-green long dress and a soft hat with a fine black veil hanging down.
She looked up at the two hazy, illusory gates, embraced by the crimson moonlight and pressed together, as well as the somewhat illusory and transparent, seemingly about-to-disappear gigantic bat wings.
She raised her hand and condensed an ancient-styled, dark red long spear, burning with clusters and specks of blood-colored light, and threw it into the sky without hesitation.
The dark red meteor streaked across the sky, piercing through the figure that had summoned the gigantic bat wings in an instant, leaving a fist-sized hole, and rapidly began to collapse from the inside out, heading towards death.
The almost completely out-of-control monster's body swayed and turned to ashes in the crimson flames, as if it had sacrificed its last bit of spirituality. The creaking, swaying, and slowly disappearing hazy, illusory "Summoning Gate" stabilized as if experiencing a final burst of life.
A pitch-black, sticky arm, seemingly oozing evil liquid, suddenly elongated, instantly crossing a long distance and crashing with a bang onto the two conjoined "Summoning Gates."
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